Chapter 36 Outside the wooden house, the wind howled, rattling the windows with a clatter. The wind blew in, and Xi Mi instinctively felt Ying Quhe would be cold. Her arms slowly wrapped around his waist, holding tight. Ying Quhe slid his fingers through her curly hair, gently gathering it, savoring the slow, tender kneading. The hollow in Xi Mi's heart gradually filled with the tenderness of his touch, a sweet, creamy warmth nearly overflowing from her chest. They held each other in silence…